Loving Me For Twelve Years Is Your Biggest Lie

My boyfriend, Landon Wellington, and I had been together for twelve years, five of which were long-distance relationship.

Landon was offered a job outside after graduation, and I stayed home to help him care for his grandmother, Karen Wellington.

Karen held on to life for five years and set a wedding date for Landon and me when she was terminally ill.

The day before our wedding, Landon sent Karen a picture of him with another girl.

Landon: [Grandma, it took me twelve years to realize that the girl I truly loved wasn't Julie, and the only bride for tomorrow could be this girl.]